A Song-fic. Cinnamony and very lemony and sweetly
confusing. (4/9/2002)
From Vegeta’s POV, his thoughts are bordered by tilde’s ~
Slowly, carefully, so as not to wake the slumbering form,
Goku dribbled chocolate sauce on the blissfully unaware ouji’s back. Outside,
the birds chirped merrily as dawn broke, warm amber rays bathing the land.
Inside the small bedroom, heavy cream curtains were drawn and the room was
still shrouded in cool darkness. Hardly a problem for keen Saiyan vision.
Humming and purring softly under his breath, a growing lopsided grin on his
face, Goku lay on his front with his feet dangling in the air, industriously
tracing out a pattern in dark chocolate.
Finally completing with a flourish, Goku flipped the cap of
the bottle back and reached over to place the bottle on the floor beside the
bed. Sitting back on his heels, he viewed his handiwork with grinning
satisfaction. Vegeta remained unconscious, his breathing even and deep as he
lay sprawled out on his stomach, one arm curled around the pillow his head was
resting on and the other arm thrown carelessly to the side, hand hanging limply
off the side of the large bed. Written diagonally in chocolate sauce across the
ouji’s muscular back was ‘BAD MAN’, the ‘N’ ending in a fancy swirl around the
base of his auburn tail.
Goku admired the kawaii picture for a while more before
leaning over with a hentai grin. Placing a firm palm on Vegeta’s shoulder to
prevent him from flipping over, he began to lick the chocolate off, his hot
tongue laving over the smooth skin, dipping and swirling sensuously over the
royal chiseled muscles.
Vegeta squirmed slightly as he felt something hot, wet and
soft trace down his spine and gave a low moan when he felt it pause and swirl
around the sensitive part on his back right between his shoulder blades, a
delicious shudder rippling through his body. Still more asleep than awake, he
drifted in and out from slumber in a haze of pleasurable sensations. Kami…
Unconsciously, he started purring loudly.
With his eyes shut, he was excruciatingly aware of every
lick, every touch as the slightly rough, raspy organ made its way down his
back, sending his nerves tingling. Yet, still caught in the arms of Morpheus,
he felt almost detached from his physical body…almost as if he was a spectator,
floating and looking down through a fog at slight figure writhing in arousal.
Dimly in the background, he could hear a rumbling purr that he knew belonged to
a certain third-class baka.
When the skillful tongue came to wrap around the base of his
tail though, he gave a sudden gasp and jerked violently. Warm hands gripped his
hips firmly as wet tongue and sharp teeth were applied expertly to his tail,
licking and scraping and nibbling lightly in delightful torture along the furry
length. Groaning loudly and cursing incoherently now, he ground his hips into
the cool cotton sheets below in an attempt to relieve the tension that was
building up in his lower abdomen, but his hips were held resolutely in place.
“Nnnngh…ki..kisama! Onegi..bakayaro!” When the tip of his sensitized tail was
suddenly popped into a hot, moist cavern, he lurched up with a strangled cry.
“Aiiee..K-kakarrot!”
The warm palms now moved from his hips to knead his cheeks,
spreading and teasing him. A soft furry length came up to coil loosely around
his neck, the puffed tip brushing rhythmically across his flushed cheeks and
nose, releasing the heady musk of arousal with every pass. His breath was
coming out in sharp pants now and his head was swimming… Vegeta fisted the
sheets angrily, desperately in frustration as he attempted to buck his hips to
no avail. What that talented, hot mouth was doing to his tail…
“Kaka..aahhhh..fuuuck” He gave a low keening growl, snapping his head from side
to side in agitation, “…shiiiMAtta…fin..iiish it, baka!”
And suddenly his tail tip was released and a hot tongue
licked at the top of his cleft sloppily, wetly, leaving a generous trail of
slick fluid that slid down his crack. His furry collar uncoiled as well and now
free from restrictions, Vegeta lifted his rear high, tight ass and lush tail
dancing in an inviting, erotic manner. Oh fuck, he wanted it, needed it
so bad…
When a thick hardness slid in smoothly, stretching and
filling him to the hilt, an almost satisfied dulcet groan tripped from his
throat. Kami-sama! It burned, but it burned wonderfully… It was an
excruciating, heavenly type of heat. Searing lava raced through his veins in a
circuit, initially concentrated in his lower body but spread down his legs,
leaving a tingling tightness in its wake that heightened with every pass and
setting his raw nerves afire.
The burly Saiyan started to move slowly but soon settled
into a steady, pounding pace that slammed into that spot deep within
him, and he pressed back, mewing and cursing randomly in delirium. Feeling his
lower abdomen and legs clenching inexorably, he tried to stave it off his
impending climax, wishing to retain that deliciously pleasurable tightness for
as long as he could but he soon lost the battle with a shuddering cry. Through
the pounding in his ears as he crested his peak violently, he could dimly hear
an answering roar from the brawny Saiyan.
Vegeta sank onto the sticky sheets with an exhausted sigh
and Goku collapsed abruptly on top of him, panting hard as well. After a couple
of heartbeats, the smaller ouji gave a muffled curse and attempted to buck the
heavier Saiyan off him. Goku laughed weakly and rolled off, pulling the prince
towards him and cuddling him close. Vegeta gave another muttered curse and
flailed a bit, but it was half-hearted and he soon gave up. Rolling his eyes,
he sank back limply against the larger Saiyan and lowered his eyelids
partially, feeling strangely contented as soft, sated purrs filled the room.
Hn. What a way to wake up…He sniffed the air in amusement.
Chocolate. Baka. The usual insult held none of its usual rancor, in fact… His
lips quirked up ever so slightly, he might even admit that he felt a little, just
a little affection for the happy-go-lucky Saiyan. He snorted; who would have
thought he would be sleeping with his former enemy? Though the only other full
blood had ceased to be his adversary a long time ago and they had settled into
a somewhat friendly, if intense, rivalry. When Kakarrot came to look for him
that night a few weeks back, one thing led to another and the next thing he
knew, they were rolling frenziedly around in bed. But he had no complaints; the
big lout was as good in bed as he was on the arena, no, he was beyond
good.
Twisting his head slightly, he slanted a look up at his
brawny lover. Kakarrot had an uncharacteristic shit-eating smirk on his face as
he snuggled against the lithe ouji, his eyes closed. A soft chuckle escaped and
the younger cracked open one eye to peer quizzically at the surprisingly mellow
prince. “Nani?”
Vegeta shook his head with a wry smile and rested his head
against the other’s broad shoulders again. The faint rumbling deep purrs
vibrating from the barrel chest were comforting, soothing, familiar…Saiyan.
And as the days passed, they found themselves sleeping together, and just
generally spending time together. To his surprise, he found himself discovering
new sides to the Earth-raised Saiyan every day; Kakarrot’s extremely
horny side quickly became apparent but this mischievous, kinky side the younger
male revealed this morning…
A loud complaining growl interrupted his musings and Kakarrot
sat up with a sheepish smile. “Gomen…” He flashed a bright smile. “Why don’t
you lie in for a while longer; I’ll cook breakfast and call you when it’s
done?”
Vegeta lolled about in the large bed, enjoying the feel of
the smooth, cool sheets that wound around his bare legs, carefully avoiding the
wet spot as he stretched and twisted lazily, his tail curling and unfurling
like a cat. Ah yessss… This was the life. Treated like the royalty he was and pampered.
The nude sovereign purred throatily. The younger male was useful, likeable… He
gave a start. Where did that thought come from? Likeable? He gave a
derisive snort; kami he was getting soft.
Just because they hump like rabbits did not mean that those
lovey-dovey bunny emotions become automatically involved. It was purely
physical pleasure and mutual carnal gratification, each fulfilling a tactile
need since their Ningen females had long passed away from a shorter life span.
Perhaps he might have a soft spot for that baka, just like he had
tolerated that onna for over three decades in their turbulent life together.
His relationship with the younger Saiyan in existence was safe, comfortable,
definable... They were both lonely and they were both horny. They were the only
two full-blooded Saiyans left in existence, and they were being mature about
it, moving past their earlier rivalry to settle into a mutual understanding.
Certain traits of the Saiyan race, certain needs and demands…only another Saiyan
could understand.
~ Likeable? Yes, despite his sometimes foolish and juvenile
mannerisms, Kakarrot can be likeable. Do I like him? ~ His thoughts
drifted to the tall Saiyan, various scenes randomly flashing across his mind…
I’ve got
you under my skin,
I’ve got
you deep in the heart of me,
“Vegeta! Breakfast is done!” Goku poked his head around the
door, a sunny grin on his face. Vegeta sat up with a small frown of irritation
on his face, blinking rapidly as he tried to recall his abruptly derailed train
of thought, but soon gave up when his stomach gave a loud protest.
Vegeta leaned back in his chair and watched as the younger
washed the dishes. Clad in a pair of loose blue gi pants, Kakarrot presented a
delectable, if incongruous sight. He looked every inch a warrior; one of the
traits that attracted the royal. His movements were quick and fluid, his stance
confident and secure. Sculpted muscles in his back and arms flexed and shifted
under sleek tawny skin as he worked, his entire build and musculature showed a
body developed through grueling training and honed on the battlefield. His
movements and carriage spoke of a seasoned fighter.
Yet, despite the numerous life and death battles he had
fought, and Kakarrot was not young by Ningen standards, the Chikyuu-raised
Saiyan retained an appealing innocence and a cheerful outlook on life. The
simplest things fascinated him. Vegeta wondered; did that indicate an equally
simple mind or just one that was not jaded. Idly, the normally grouchy warrior
prince noted that while that particular behavior used to irritated the hell out
of him, he wasn’t as bothered by it now. In fact…he might even admit that it
was slightly kawaii. But only a bit.
Vegeta pushed his chair out and leaned back, stretching his
arms above his head and his legs out, simultaneously tensing his muscles and
cracking his joints. “Shall we spar at the Heon Mountains today? I feel like
doing some altitude training.”
“Hai, Vegeta! That sounds like a great idea!” Goku turned
around as he dried his hands on his pants, the dishes done.
Vegeta stood up and walked over to the refrigerator, peering
inside momentarily. “And I think I need to stock up on food…again.” He scowled
at the taller male as he closed the door. “Baka. I swear that stomach of yours
is, in actuality, a black hole.”
“Gomen, Vegeta…” Goku rubbed the back of his head with a
sheepish smile.
“Hn.” The ouji quickly did a stock-take of his dry larder
supplies. “You can make up by carrying my groceries later.”
“Of course!” His back turned; Vegeta did not catch the
delighted look that brightened the younger’s countenance. “Give me a few
minutes to go home to get changed. I’ll meet you at the Heon Mountains.”
Without waiting for Vegeta’s reply, Goku transmitted out. As Vegeta strode back
to his room, a thought crossed his mind. Considering the amount of time they
already spend together, Kakarrot should just move in with him instead of
shuttling back and forth between their houses. But that would imply that they
are in some sort of steady relationship, which further implied commitment and
some sort of deeper feelings… Does it? It is simply a more convenient and
practical arrangement. And does it really matter? They were already physically
intimate; does it really matter if Kakarrot moved in with him? After all, he
had lived with Bulma...
Vegeta frowned in confusion. Gah, why was he so bothered
over so trivial a detail? Shaking his head unconsciously, he rummaged through
his closet for his training spandex and pushed those cluttering thoughts out of
his mind; he would need a clear mind for a spar with Kakarrot.
So deep in
my heart…you’re really a part of me,
I’ve got
you under my skin!
Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he waited with the
numerous bags of groceries on the sidewalk. ~ Baka…where did he go? He said
he’d only take a couple of minutes. ~ His stomach gave a loud growl, reminding
the already pissed owner that it was time for dinner. When he felt Goku’s ki
approach behind him, the scowling ouji turned around, ready to berate the
younger when a large chocolate ice-cream cone was thrust in front of him.
“Nani?” Vegeta blinked at the cone in confusion, his
irritation momentarily forgotten.
“For you!” Goku grinned cheerfully at him, licking on his
own pistachio ice cream. “I know you like chocolate.”
Vegeta gave a snort and took the cone, a strangely fuzzy
feeling coming over him. Still grinning widely, Goku suddenly sat down on the
curbside. “Have a seat, Geta.”
Vegeta stared at the other male in disbelief. “You want me
to sit on the sidewalk??”
“Sure beats standing up.” Finding no ready retort to that
simple statement, Vegeta’s brow twitched in agitation for a couple of seconds
before he abruptly plopped down beside Goku. The two Saiyans sat there in
companionable silence for a while, licking their ice cream, knees drawn up to
their chests and tails twined comfortably.
Vegeta looked down at his rapidly diminishing cone, his
thoughts in a whirl. ~ It’s just an ice-cream cone, it’s cheap. No big deal.
Why should I feel so …strange? So pleased…happy? ~
He twisted his head slightly and looked at the younger
male. Goku had already finished his cone and was now looking up at the sunset
with a small, quiet smile. ~ Because nobody has ever bought anything for me,
just because they wanted to. That onna used to buy me stuff too, but that was
because she wanted something out of me later. Manipulative little bitch. ~ He
gave an almost fond mental laugh at the memories of their fiery relationship.
His thoughts returned to Kakarrot, his eyes absently running
down the other’s face. Time seemed to stand still as he took in the rugged
profile of the younger warrior, silhouetted against a particularly spectacular
sunset of vermilion and gold. He could taste the lingering sweetness of the
chocolate ice cream and scent the lightly spicy musk that was Kakarrot.
Suddenly, he was extremely aware of how close they were sitting, the warm furry
length that was coiled around his tail and just the relaxed timelessness of the
perfect moment. And suddenly, he was reminded of a particular conversation,
about a sappy Chikkuyu emotion.
~ Since when have I gotten so comfortable, so relaxed around
Kakarrot? ~ With a start, he realized that he had grown accustomed to the other’s
presence in his life. Their paths have always crossed often ever since the
first time they met, but recently, their lives have become tightly entwined and
entangled. It’s has become more than just a physical relationship… Vegeta
chewed absently on his lower lip, frowning slightly in confusion. He hated this
feeling of not knowing what was happening to him, this feeling of loosing
control of his life, his emotions.
~ Damn you, Kakarrot… What are you doing to me? Why do I
feel this way? ~
I tried so
hard not to give in,
I said to
myself…this affair, never will go so well!
But why
should I try to resist,
When
‘Darling’ I know so well,
I’ve got
you under my skin!
Suddenly he felt something cool run down his hand. “Kuso!”
The last bit of his ice cream had melted and dripped all over his hand. As he
brought his hand up, a larger hand wrapped around his wrist and interrupted its
path. Startled, Vegeta looked up.
“Let me.” Goku leaned forward with a husky whisper, his
tongue darting out neatly to lick off the chocolate, laving the back of the
royal hand with long sweeps before turning it over to swirl around the
sensitive palm. Vegeta watched him from under half-lidded eyes, his pulse
quickening.
Slowly, sensually, Goku took each of the slim fingers in his
mouth, his hot tongue twining and bathing and sucking each chocolate-covered
digit before finally releasing it, and moving on to the next finger. Just as
slowly, Vegeta removed his hand and started sucking on his own fingers in an
exact imitation of Goku’s earlier suggestive actions, his lips quirking up in a
smirk as he saw the other’s eyes darken with lust. Threading his hand through
the ebon wild spikes, Vegeta brought the other’s face towards his own, slanting
his head slightly to claim the other’s parted lips.
Around them, people bustled to get somewhere or run some
errand. A few curious onlookers slowed down to goggle at the pair but
generally, people went on with their own busy little lives.
When they finally broke apart, both were panting slightly
and more than a little flushed. “Take us home, Kakarrot.” Vegeta commanded
hoarsely, hands reaching out for their groceries as a brawny arm snaked around
his waist.
Dinner was simple and hurriedly cooked, but neither could
really remember exactly what they ate, their attention focused only on each
other. The atmosphere was charged and heavy with nervous energy and
expectation, as their eyes devoured each other hungrily as well. Vegeta felt
something stirring within him; it was just sexual tension…was it? Deep down
inside, he had the gut feeling that no, it wasn’t just that.
Vegeta could tell that Goku was visibly tensed; nervous and
worried about the inscrutable, scrutinizing looks the ouji was giving him.
Vegeta had barely said more than a few words during dinner and all were curt
replies to the younger’s hesitant attempts at conversation. Caught up in a
snarl of unfamiliar emotions that the other Saiyan had evoked in him, something
he had never felt so intensely before, the reserved prince had reacted by
retreating into his shell in an effort to sort his tangled thoughts and
emotions.
He recalled the slight soft fondness he felt for Bulma, the
proud affection he felt for his children… But this…this was something
different. It was fiercer, more intense, dizzying even. It was a feeling of
constantly desiring the other’s company; Vegeta wondered what happened to his
serene, ordered lifestyle where he needed no one else but himself, and marveled
further at the fact that he somehow did not regret that loss of independence.
It was a feeling of hoping to see the other…happy. It was a feeling that he
can’t describe, that he can’t put a name too. It was something elusive,
something fuzzy and warm.
Looking up from his reverie when he noticed Goku standing
up, he felt a little pang at seeing the flash of hurt and puzzlement on the
younger’s face before it was quickly replaced by a forced smile. Suddenly,
something fell into place, and even though he still did not know what was
happening to him exactly, he knew deep inside what he would do, what he wanted
to do.
I’d
sacrifice anything, come what may,
For the
sake of having you near
In spite
of the warning voice, that comes in the night,
And
repeats, and repeats, in my ear…
“Don’t you
know little fool…you never can win,
Use your
mentality, wake up to reality!”
Goku stood up heavily and despondently, and stacked the
dishes. His tail hung limply as he shuffled to the sink. “Kakarrot.” Startled
at the sudden change in the prince’s deep tone, Goku turned around with a
puzzled look. “Leave it.”
Vegeta unwound sinuously from his chair and padded softly
toward the younger, his russet tail lashing slowly behind him, his dark eyes
burning as his hands reached up to unbutton his crimson shirt. Slowly, his hips
swaying seductively, he worked his way down his shirt until he reached the
larger button on his jeans. By now, he was just standing right in front of the
wide-eyed Saiyan. Flicking open the metal button, he pulled down the zipper, then
stopped there and instead stepped even closer, rolling his hips, bumping and
forcing the husky fighter to back up against the sink.
Swatting away the hands that reached for his waist with a
commanding flick of his tail, Vegeta raised his own hand and with a tiny flare
of his ki at his fingertip, raked his nail lightly down the other’s front.
Tossing the ruined T-shirt away with a grin, he ran his hands over the bare
chest that was now heaving slightly, his fingertips dancing lightly over the
smooth tawny skin and raising goose bumps in their wake. Leaning in, he inhaled
the sweet spicy musk of the younger male, rubbing his nose in the hollow of the
muscled shoulder. He could see the soft flutter of the younger’s rapid pulse,
hear the quick intake of breath as he scraped his teeth delicately along the
sensitive collarbone, and feel the hardness pressed against his abdomen.
Stepping back a couple of steps, Vegeta spun around and
slowly wriggled his jeans down teasingly, then his boxers, until he was wearing
only his opened crimson shirt. And then, the wicked prince threw a feral smirk
over his shoulder before he strode out of the kitchen, his furry tail wagging
naughtily from under his shirt.
Goku blinked rapidly, stunned for a few seconds before he recovered
his wits. “Dammit, Vegeta!” Yanking at his own jeans, he quickly stripped off
his restrictive clothing and ran out of the kitchen after the ouji. As he
stepped into the bedroom, a piece of silky red fabric was flung into his face.
Before he could react, a slender form tackled him and he fell back with a
muffled curse, his breath knocked out of him. Before he could regain it though,
a hot palm closed around his erection and he arched back with a groan.
Vegeta gave a rich, throaty chuckle as he took in the
sight of Earth’s greatest warrior fumbling clumsily with the simple fabric on
his face. Sitting astride over the other’s waist, he rolled his hips sensually,
one hand pumping ever so slowly, the other stroking along the camber of the
brawny male’s hips. He purred softly as he took in the sight of the rugged,
handsome face, flushed and moaning.
~ Damn you, Kakarrot. ~
Leaning forward, he slid his hands up slowly along Goku’s
sides and front, mapping out each and every curve, dip and rise of the perfect,
chiseled body beneath him, sensitive fingertips relishing the smooth feel of
warm skin and tight muscles. Like satin over sculpted steel. A living god. His
Adonis. He inhaled the fragrant spice-musk that was distinctively Kakarrot
as he slid his hands up along the corded neck.
~ What you are doing to me… ~
Threading his hands through the ebony, mussed spikes, Vegeta
slanted his head slightly and claimed willing lips, marveling at the additive
taste of the only other full-blooded Saiyan left of their warrior race. Closing
his eyes, he thrust his tongue in, running playfully along sharp straight teeth
and silky smooth lips, before tangling sensually with the slightly raspy organ,
hot and wet and limber. Elegant fingers raked lightly through thick, soft hair,
kneading and ruffling and smoothing.
~What do I feel? ~
Hips ground and rocked, bumping twin erections together, as
sweaty bodies rolled about on the cool floor. Bodies arched and rubbed along
the length of the other, writhing and undulating and never seeming to get
enough of the feel of the other in a carnal dance. Hands roamed greedily,
bristling tails coiled and ruffled and slapped stingingly at sensitive flesh.
Mouths kissed hungrily, and then broke away to taste and nip at hot, succulent
skin before returning for another demanding, searing kiss.
~ I know not what I feel… ~
Finally flipping Goku on his back, Vegeta pulled back,
skimming his hands and body along a muscled front before kneeling upright on
his heels. Shifting to kneel over the younger’s right leg; he pulled the brawny
form towards him and twisted him slightly on his side, before lifting the other
leg over his hip and sliding into fiery heat with a guttural groan. Goku moaned
at the sudden intrusion, seemingly in pain but then, his leg tightened around
the ouji’s slender waist and he bucked his pelvis in a clear message.
~ What do I want? ~
Vegeta closed his eyes, pushing away any lingering doubts
that he might have. He had ceased to think; he could only feel. He savored the
tight, searing heat that enveloped him, the heavy leg that was thrown around
his waist, the furry steel-cored length that wrapped around his thigh. He
reveled in the pounding roar of his blood as it thundered in his ears, the
molten lava that ran under his skin, the arousing pressure and tension as his
muscles flexed and worked. He lost himself in the primal pounding, the earthy
thrust and friction into liquid heat, panting and gasping harshly in delicious
exertion.
~ …I want … ~
With a low carnal growl, he burst into golden flame, the
added rush of raw power surging through him, a potent aphrodisiacal rush to his
heightened and sensitized senses. Pulling out, Vegeta flipped the trembling
male on his knees before gripping muscular hips again, this time hard enough to
bruise as the pounding pace sped up, each slamming thrust sending waves of
rippling ecstasy through both. Waves which increased in frequency and intensity
until they melded seamlessly into a plateau of pure sensation. Twin sobbing
cries rang jerkily as they crashed through the upper boundaries and shattered.
~ …You… ~
Harsh pants slowed down to satiated purrs, heated flesh
stilled and cooled. Vegeta drew the larger figure to him, limbs and tails
tangling as they wrapped around each other in cozy contentment, nuzzling his
face fondly against the other’s cheek. After a while, he spoke up softly.
“Stay.”
Goku gave a weak laugh. “Of course, Vegeta. I’m too tired to
move anyway.”
“No, baka.” Vegeta shook his head slightly, his voice a
husky whisper as he tightened his arms around the younger meaningfully.
“Stay. With me.”
But each
time I do…just the thought of you,
Makes me
stop before I begin,
‘Cause
I’ve got you…Hmm I got you,
I got
you…under my skin!
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A/N: The song “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” was written by
Cole Porter.
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